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Wherever You Will Go by Hogwartsishome
Chapter 1 : So Lately...
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Ron lay awake in his bed. Well, it was actually the bed in Bill and Fleur's spare room, but for now it was indeed his. He couldn't sleep, whenever he closed his eyes it was always the same thoughts that ran through his head.

So lately, been wondering
Who will be there to take my place

Ron had walked out on Harry and Hermione a week ago. He so desperately wanted to go back, he'd tried his best, but he knew there was no way. How was he meant to find them when they kept moving around the country, when they had defensive charms that were expected to keep out even Death Eaters. He closed his eyes and Hermione's face filled his mind's eye as it always did when he attempted to sleep. Harry would replace him now, would keep her safe, as he'd tried his best to do, and that's all he could wish for other than to be with her.

When I'm gone, you'll need love, to light the shadows on your face.

He knew she was upset when he'd left. He should never have done it, it had been the horcrux talking, not him. He'd heard her follow him out the tent, shout his name as though he was the most important thing to her in the entire world, in the entire bloody universe. He'd always managed to cheer her up and now he couldn't and as Ron lay there he imagined the way she'd laughed when he'd say something stupid, and the way she'd smiled at him when he'd say something clever, and the way pride had lit up her face when she'd learnt how brave he was when coming face to face with Death Eaters only months before. But now he was gone, and only Harry could make sure she was happy and that her face was always lit up in laughter or joy, that she felt loved. Ron grimaced at this, he never should have left her that way, and it pained him to think Harry was so close to her and he was so far away.

If a great wave shall fall yeah fall upon us all, then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own.

Ron knew though, deep down, that Hermione would come through, that she'd be able to manage without him, even without Harry. With her guts, courage, love and intelligence she could literally rule the world, she could indeed make it on her own. After all, without Hermione, there would have been no tent for Ron to storm out of, she had planned for every eventuality, she'd packed everything they would have hopes to need and memorised every detail of every book that might hold any information as to what they could encounter. Ron envisaged her then as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, standing tall and proud, other witches and wizards respecting her like the fantastic witch she was, and he smiled to himself.

If I could, then I would
I'd go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'd go wherever you will go

But what about the urge he felt to be with her? The longing he felt in his stomach and heart whenever he thought of her and the smile that spread across his face as he imagined her laugh? He couldn't let her be alone and take the world on by herself. He wanted so desperately to be by her side, to hold her hand and tell her everything would be fine. To be with her wherever she decided she wanted or needed to go.

And maybe, I'll find out
A way to make it back someday
Towards you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days

Ron still held onto the idea that he would find them again, that he'd walk right into that tent and find Hermione smiling at him, overjoyed by his unexpected return, accepting him as though he'd never really left. He so wished he could have the chance to hear her voice again, just her voice and he would be happy. The idea of making Hermione smile and laugh, even on the worst days, was something he'd give anything for, even his life, at that moment as he lay on the bed.

If a great wave shall fall yeah fall upon us all
Well then I hope there's someone out there
who can bring me back to you.

He held the Deluminator in his hand, held it tight. He whispered a silent prayer, asking for forgiveness, for a chance that somebody could help him find her, help him see her face again, in the flesh. He couldn't help but admire her determination, her courage and her unparallelled calmness and logical thinking in insanely dangerous situations whenever he was with her, but worse he couldn't fight the increasing yearning to see the qualities she so bravely possessed that he had been frequently reduced to tears during his stay so far at his oldest brother's cottage.

I’d go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'd go wherever you will go.

If only he could just dissapparate and land right in front of her. He knew, if he found Hermione, he would never leave her side for a moment, in the fear that he would lose her again.

Run away with my heart
Run away with my hope
Run away with my love

Did she know how much he cared for her? How much he so desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her how much she meant to him? Or was she clueless? Or worse, was she happy he'd gone? Ron groaned. She would hold his heart forever, no matter what.

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind I'll stay with you for all of time.

But what if she thought of him every second of each hour of the day like he did with her? What if she wanted him to come back as much as he wanted to go back? What if she loved him as much as he adored her? If she did, then he knew nothing was lost, she would always love him and she would try her best to find him when she could.

If I could, then I would
I'd go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'd go wherever you will go

He would find her, and he would stay with her.

If I could turn back time
I'd go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'd go wherever you will go
I'd go wherever you will go

If only he had a timeturner, so he could go back and tell himself not to leave, tell himself that he was making the wrong decision, but he didn't, they'd all been destroyed two years ago in the Department of Mysteries, once again, partly his fault. All he could do was live in the hope that he would find her again, and that when he did, he would make sure that he made her his.

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